SAN FRANCISCO - What can I say about last night?
I guess I'll start from the beginning.
We headed to AT&T Park where the Giants play around 6:30 p.m. They played the St. Louis Cardinals. I wanted to see Barry take batting practice, but it was too late for that. I walked around the park and took some pictures before the game started.
We sat in centerfield right next to the jumbotron. The seats weren't too bad. The breeze was brutal, though. It beats on you until your body feels numb.
Albert Pujols hit a homerun in the third or fourth inning. Barry walked his first time up then popped out twice. When it got to the eighth inning, the Cards took a 5-4 lead, and my dad was cold and ready to go because he had to go to San Jose for business at 6 a.m. the next morning, and the other guy that works with him had to catch an early flight to San Antonio. So, I had no choice but to leave with them even though Barry still had one more at-bat.
So what happened? As soon as we got out of the park, I heard the crowd start to roar. I looked at my dad and said, "You better pray that ball doesn't go out."
It did, and the crowd went nuts. I grabbed my dad around the neck and started choking him ... just kidding. I wanted to, but I would never actually do something like that.
I'm going to try and go back Friday when the Giants play the Dbacks. I might pretend I'm sick so I can meet with Barry. I'll ask him to hit a homerun for me to makeup for Wednesday night.
Oh, well. What's done is done.
Another thing I learned about San Francisco is you can't make left turns anywhere. And Budlight costs $8.00. If you wake up the morning after getting drunk and don't have a hang over, you will when you look at your receipts. This city is expensive.
Tomorrow is my last full day here, and I still have a few things to see. We are going to take a tour out to Alcatraz in the morning, and then after that we'll probably check out Chinatown and a few other things we weren't able to get to yet. Then it's back to Memphis Saturday afternoon.
